And so and so.



The summer turns to burnished gold,
young Common-wealth girl free and bold,
heard a good story in the market,
smiled at the harvest moon, love a bit,
she drifted like Northern Lights,
healing star.

Our forgiven Afghan children flying kites,
sanctuary sucks on Albion's tit,
so the summer of good wine,
full blossom in the squat,
she came from hope afar,
a council house and a carbon eating car.


And so, and so, the long peace,
our mighty salmon Thames does flow,
the lantern at the party gives out a warm glow,
fear does cease.


Majesty in light green and light scarlet,
raise a rum tot,
as a drift with kind citizens,
all the way.


The water wheel turns,
laughing with the Scots big issue,
what do you know?
that kindness does flow.

The Tiber in flood,
hope, that truth should,
bell, book and candle,
the wheelbarrows got a new handle.


Come the table is laden,
the thankful man, comforts the cradle
and apples from before you realize,
time spell crow,
floating in our laughing days.

Onward onward, unto the vale of light,
such gentle might,
the tinkling water gold wheel.


Lottsa happy folk,
all around,
cricket on the holiday sand,
a wishing dream for thee,
all is Majesty and Commonwealth,


I'm free.

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